Mourning the Lost Twenty Something and Choosing to Live the Next Chapter
Ageing is strange. One day you’re young and carefree, the next you’re the adult making decisions that shape lives. Lately I’ve been realising how quickly time has moved, and with that realisation comes a quiet grief — grief for the…
I Died at 25 — and It Saved My Life
At 22, I was convinced I wouldn’t live past 25. I prepared for the end with quiet determination, arranging my life as if it were a countdown. But life, in its strange, unpredictable way, had other plans. At 25, half…
The Weight of Being Invisible: How Childhood Shapes Self-Worth
Recently, I watched a video by StephCo, a YouTuber known for her thoughtful commentary. In this particular video, she was reflecting on pretty privilege—the idea that those deemed conventionally attractive are often treated better, given more opportunities, and seen through…
